Happy Valentine's Day.
Wait, they don't love you like I love you.
You rip my heart right out.
Try to hold on to this love of mine.
Oh the promises we break from the cradle to the grave, when all I want is you.
That's way the it was when we belong together.
You're priceless, and you're precious, even when you are not new.
Maybe we were born to love.
Love is suicide.
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